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(4 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)When you post new Fanfiction, it will auto-post to https://www.facebook.com/lesfanfic




(2 votes, average: 2.50 out of 5, rated)Dear Diary, I wish she would move on like I already had to. I already threw away all of our pictures. I cried myself to sleep so many nights over her. She ignored me, she hurt me, and she left.




(2 votes, average: 2.50 out of 5, rated)Waiting is the most painstaking process, every second is palpable and life moves in slow motion just to hinder what is being waited for. Rose waits. She sits alone on a park bench wrapped tight in a raincoat, glancing around the square at the warmly dressed people shuffling around in the gloomy weather. She has




(4 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5, rated)The two women looked at each other. The tension in the air was almost palpable. Lauren had felt this angry with Bo before, but right now she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to slap her, or kiss her. She didn’t want to make the first move, but she also knew that sometimes, this was the




(3 votes, average: 3.67 out of 5, rated)Lauren. There was so much wrapped up in a single word, so much history, so much meaning, so much joy and pain, so many memories tied into the way the letters of that name moved against her mouth and tongue. Her voice still sent shivers down Bo’s back. Still sent a thrill of longing and




(3 votes, average: 3.67 out of 5, rated)Being a succubus carried no immunity from the dread of night, the fatigue of loneliness—in Bo’s case, it held the absolute opposite: the penultimate guarantee of a miserable heart. Her reunion with Lauren went nothing how she imagined—actually, until this moment, she wasn’t sure what she expected to happen; certainly not this, watching Lauren




(3 votes, average: 3.33 out of 5, rated)Rose woke up to the sun shining into her window. Almost instantly, she remembered why it was going to be a great day. She threw off the covers and bounced down the stairs. “Good morning, Dad!” she said happily as she entered the kitchen. “You’re in a good mood,” her dad replied, noticing her cheerfulness




(5 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5, rated)Gail was dying. She couldn’t breathe, or open her eyes, and there was a pounding heaviness in her chest. Cold metal bit into the heat of her cheek. It was dreadfully uncomfortable, but she welcomed it. She could hear footsteps approaching her again, marching toward her at a rapid pace even though she knew they




(10 votes, average: 3.80 out of 5, rated)This was it after years of the longest love rollercoaster tonigt is the night. Pulling up to the restaurant my heart beating faster then humanly possible just looking at her makes me weak but yet excited. I let her walk in first to make sure I had the ring, going in having the waiter walk